Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Suriname and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Bobby Hutcherson to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Martian record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Fear,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Slits,
The Smiths,
Harmonia,
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
Minnie Riperton,
Shuggie Otis,
Piero Umiliani,
Babytalk,
DJ Sneak,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
Ronnie Foster,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Selecter,
Icehouse,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
June Days,
CMW,
10cc,
Agitation Free,
Hot Snakes,
Ossler,
Terry Callier,
Black Flag,
Ultravox,
ABC,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Desert Stars,
Basic Channel,
Organ,
the Bar-Kays,
Davy DMX,
Bluetip,
New York Dolls,
Erykah Badu,
The Cramps,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
PIL,
The Gories,
The Fall,
Wire,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Christie,
Depeche Mode,
Animal Collective,
Colin Newman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Panda Bear,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.